Poem Of The Week: Shades Of Loneliness…
Like a dot in this world, I am Please forget not about me Lost in my thoughts, a crying free man Resting on the shoulder of his memories A thousand tears fall, just to see another day A night of a hundred dreams With my crucifix I pray Dear Lord, His name I call At […]
Poem Of The Week: Steal Her Essense
Her voice breaks all silence Enchanted a symphony from the strings of a violin Exquisite like ether, she floats Her presence a rush, fragrance from an open door Her hair long as high, cascading Black like feathers of a Raven Eyes glow, luminating her path Lips a temptation, soft, velvety like petals of a white […]
Poem Of The Week: Whispers…
Listen, words are loud when we say nothing. Listen to the tears we hold back, they express true emotions. Listen to the heart beat of the poor widow; it’s a rhythm of pain. Listen to the breath of wilting vegetation, they beg God for rain.
Poem Of The Week: Diary Of A Hanging Slave
Years, times and moments.
Flash before his eyes.
Things not understood.
Like the writings on his palm.
Nature loans her shroud of dark covering.
As his life, now it seems, it’s concluding.
On his lips are tales of time past.
Poem Of the Week: The Pianist
Another song yet to play
Maybe a breath left or
A chorus for the heartbeat away
Gradually she fades like my memory
From colours to black and white
Long forgotten scenery
Poem of the Week: Echoes and Silence
Solstices comes with dark days, nights and fears.
I stare at Utopia.
Mind stained with blood, sweat and tears.
In my head I hear voices calling.
Six feet at the edge of my thoughts, I’m falling.
Branded with pains, I howl.
Headed for grace land, on Wounded Knee I crawl.
In the field of my emotions.
With pity dark clouds look down at me.
Poem of the Week: My Illusions
She floats like the ether in the wind.
A lost and forgotten sound from a charming string.
Voice of a violin, breaking all silence.
Exquisite, precious like time.
Her beauty is of the essence.
My words I can’t say.
In her sight I’m lost.
To oblivion I sway.
Poem of the Week: Broken Silence
Hiding my sorrows and covering my smiles
But after a while, you will learn the subtle difference between
Holding a hand and chaining a soul
You learn that Love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t mean security
You begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises
You begin to accept your defeat
Poem of the Week: Beauty from Ashes
What a wonder it is, To see the beauty on their faces, Smiles painted in strange and unlikely places, They roam the corners, alleys and streets, In search for warmth and food to eat, Any place at all to sleep
Poem of the Week: Tears of the Sun
From the balcony of my thoughts,Tear drops, wondering asking,
Where is God when it hurts?
Poem of the Week: Love By Numbers
I’m thinking of only one, For every quarter past Two, You look too beautiful to be true, For every quarter past Three,I miss the beauty between you and me, For every quarter past Four, I’ll be loving you more and more,For every quarter past Five, Your voice elevates and keeps me alive.
Poem of the Week: Broken Arrow
An Artist if I were, a Portrait of you I will make Mixing colours like Native Indians Making no mistake Painting it perfect, my time I will take Like a story yet untold Strips of faint sketches mild but bold From the horizon silhouette of birds, blue Oceans Making you smile Giving you emotions Painting […]
Poem of the Week: Borrowed Heaven
My reflection appears broken in the mirror for so long My soul left my body for a place so cold Shattered promises, to be with you till am gray and old Alone with a pen, a scroll and a slate Never will you be back Feelings of mine will always wait In shreds I stumbled […]
Poem of the Week: BOKO HARAM: A MENACE (PART 1)
By Michael Olaore. I heard many had died Was it a plane crash A mysterious body rash A new pandemic That killed many like the Titanic Wake up from your slumber, here’s an alarm Be conscious, they are Boko Haram Are they in the government house Or […]
Poem of the Week: Jewel of Africa
By Eru Kobe Godwin She’s boarded with the Atlantic from the South Mother of a Black Nation, from Creation She held arrays of generation Her skin is painted green and white But her soul is in colours Her offspring’s were traded for slaves Centuries pass for freedom the crave She’s had trials and wars Part […]
Poem of the Week: At First Sight
Voice of an Angel, looks of An Greek statue Physique of a stallion, all it takes, he had to carry on But was born blind, he sings for living One day he fell in love, can’t see her But he feels the colour of love No sight, but smells her beauty Can’t hold her, but […]